Waiting for my Fall

The nightmare keeps repeating itself and your the monster.

Too many times I have fallen down

Without a hand to help me up

My wings have been ripped 

My kindness has been taken 

You hold them both with pride

Your hands covered in my blood

Its as if every single time I fall you smile

You are a leach who as been sucking at my soul

My soul

My soul was pure 

Now I don’t think there is an ounce left 

That Your hands haven’t touched

Now my body feeds off of itself

With nothing more to be taken 

Over time my soul will grow

And you will be there still

With Your bloody hand held out

Extended for my taking 

And every time

No matter how much you hurt me

No matter how many times I tell myself to not get up 

To not get my own blood on my hands

I reach out 

And suddenly your attached to my soul again

Ripping at my new wings

And covering your dried hands with new blood

 But I just stand there and get weaker

Waiting for my knees to buckle

Waiting for your sly smile to appear

Waiting

Waiting for my fall

Reviews

[Tayler]

This is amazing because I feel as if when I fall down I reach out to the person who pushed me down in the first place. However, I keep reaching for them in hopes that they will actually help me on of these times. I really like this so keep up the good work (: